ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ʙᴀɴᴋꜱ || ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ

| ʙᴇᴛ | ᴛᴡᴏ |

| ʙᴇᴛ | ᴛᴡᴏ |

summary: Adam apologizes and tries to win y/n back.

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It's been two weeks since I went to school. I was embarrassed. I felt humiliated in front of the whole school. And so hurt. The people I called my friends tried texting or calling me. They would even show up to my house to apologize. But my parents managed to get them to leave somehow.

Adam was worse than them. He came over everyday, asking for me. Even sending me flowers or chocolate. Flowers went to the trash except for the chocolate. They made me feel a bit better. He would also climb the house and knock on my window, and I ignored him like I have been for weeks now.

There's a part of me that feels he's sorry but the other part of me feels like he's not. The way his eyes teared up when I told him to never talk to me again after he chased me out of the school. I couldn't even look at his face, theirs too.

The girl who showed me the picture that day, I found out her name was Kat. She was a sophomore as I was a junior. Over the past few weeks, we've been texting and gotten close. She would come over and help me take my mind on Adam and the situation.

I sat on my bed when my room door opened. My mom peaked her head in before entering. She had some stuff in her hands. And those stuffs were a box of chocolate, a card, and a bag.

"You got more stuff from him," she places the items at the foot of my bed before sitting next to me. She sighs, gently rubbing my covered blanket thigh.

"Just throw it out," I mumbled into my teddy bear, which was won in a fair game by Adam.

"Hun, I think he's truly sorry." She says and i scoffed. I looked at her and see she was being serious.

"Sorry my ass-"

"Language," my mom scolded me.

"Sorry- but he used me as a bet. The whole 4 months I spent with him was just so he can get in my pants," I said. "Which he did," I awkwardly say before looking away, "and won that stupid."

"If he wasn't, then why is he constantly sending you stuff? Nonstop y/n?" She asked me, her voice sterner than ever. "I think he's in love with you," she says and my eyes widen.

In love? With me? Never.

"He is not."

"Oh really? Baby, when your father and I got into our first fight which lasted longer than this. I ignored him as much as I could but he didn't care. He would apologize as long as it took for me to forgive." Her hand was now holding mine.

"And Adam is now in that position. It must have started off as a bet but that sure as hell will be a story to tell your future kids." I sighed before she continued. "Don't hold this against him y/n."

After that, she walked out my room, closing the door behind her. She left me without letting me speak. But I didn't have anything to say.

Maybe I'm being dramatic, and holding this against him and his friends is doing to much. But they hurt me.

Maybe I should let him talk.